Crescent Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Crescent

Close eyes; open mind.

You’re in sea; wide ocean
All water; it’s endless
Dead-alive are the waves
(Low and high)

You are in; just head out
Dark and light in sky are clouds.
Crescent is the moon; in times seen
(And in times goes to hide)

Everything fearsome and ghostly;
You seek help; there is none.


New take lapse, open eyes.
Narrow is corridor; keep the walk.
Tunnel like it is long
Doors on sides

Behind doors sick and old

As if ghost off grave, one gets out
She is bent, crescent with a cane
You’re behind
She’s slow, death shows face

Everything is ghostly; fearsome
You seek help; there is none.